This is a song about "Undead soldiers"

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

Nowadays it's undead on tour,

Niggas drop like the soldiers for the oil barrels,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Only true soldiers are thrown into the harshest of battle.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm undead, undeniable, unable to save

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

My words move like soldiers, my hidden legions/

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

I sigh, in my heart, a million soldiers just died.

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

I've been used for trade and laid by soldiers against my will,